The Good Daughter

Charlotte locked into position, turning her body away from Samantha, looking straight ahead, then started to run. Samantha felt haunted by the sight of the farmer’s yellow teeth, though how something could look yellow in a black-and-white photo was a mystery. “Sam?” Gamma stood in the bathroom doorway, looking at their reflections in the mirror. When Kelly was arrested, the police were being, well, the police. Sam and Charlie had finally decided that the mythical image was likely one of Rusty’s tall tales, embellished for the sake of the listener, founded in very little fact.